Espino, Stacey - Hardcore Cowboys [Ride 'em Hard 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

“Why’s her ass so red?” asked Cord when his brothers joined them in the private room.

“I punished her,” Wyatt stated proudly, daring his brother to challenge him.

Instead of throwing a fit, he smirked, an evil gleam in his eyes. If anyone understood him, it was Cord. Val he wasn’t so sure, but he usually went along with anything his twin was in to.

Valentine was a well-suited name for his brother. He always spent a fortune on his dates, wining and dining—a hopeless romantic. But in this case, Wyatt and Cord cared for Samantha as much as he did. They were just going to make things a bit more interesting.

“Was she naughty, then?” Cord took a hold of her upper arm, prying her from the shelter of Wyatt’s body. She immediately went to cup her intimate parts. “
Right.
Hiding your beautiful body from us, darlin’?” He leaned in close, pulling down her arms and whispering in her ear. “You’re ours.”

She nodded slowly, following instruction, and not attempting to cover herself when Cord let go. Her eyes returned to that half-mast state, her lips parted. Did she want more of what they all shared back in his bedroom? Did she crave to be fucked by all three of them again? He hoped she was addicted. Addicted enough never to leave them.

“You guys are worse than the
horny wolves
,” she muttered.

Wyatt wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but it didn’t matter. He needed her, and she needed them.

“Did you like it when Wyatt spanked you, sweet thing?” Cord began his exploration of her body, running his hands over the curves of her hips, across her stomach, and up to her breasts. Her nipples were tight little buds, dark and tempting.

“You want her to obey? Have her come over here.” They all turned toward the sofa where Val now sat, his clothes off and cock jutting out from between his parted legs.

They had nothing with them, not even lube. Wyatt honestly hadn’t planned for this to happen. All he wanted to do was give Samantha anything she wanted or needed. After clothes shopping, he’d take her out to eat before returning home. But he couldn’t seem to control his darker desires when around her, plus it had been days since their last ménage encounter. Wyatt knew his brothers were just as pent up as he was. Would they all take her here? Now?

* * * *

Val could only give thanks to his higher power for leading his life in this direction. He and Cord were hanging on by the last thread when Wyatt and Samantha had showed up at their door during the snowstorm. Now he had his oldest brother back, his twin had a new spark of life, and the woman of his dreams was playing along with all of their fantasies. And fuck did Val have fantasies. He may play the gentleman, but he knew about Cord’s X-rated fetishes, no different than Wyatt’s. They liked to dominate their women, use them as sexual toys in kinky games. He’d have stopped this party before it started if he wasn’t certain his brothers loved her, and they did, without needing to say the words.

They all converged on the sofa. Samantha’s eyes were riveted to Val’s cock, which was engorged to the point of pain. Finding her naked and knowing she was willing to play games made him harder than forged steel. He could already imagine her body accepting his length as she sat on his lap and couldn’t wait for the real thing.

“Sit on Val’s cock, baby doll. Look how hard he is, just for you.” Wyatt coaxed her forward with a kiss to her shoulder blade and a hand to the small of her back. Her body was soft, curvy, and petite, and her skin a soft mocha with not a blemish in sight. He couldn’t wait to feel her body, kiss her lips, and fuck her ass.

When she stood in front of him, she began to climb over his lap to straddle him. He pumped his cock as her luscious body moved in on him. She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his own voice surprising him. He wanted to claim her sweet little ass, so round and firm. His older brother had the chance to experience anal sex with her, and now it was his turn. He loved anal, loved the too-tight squeeze the forbidden act offered.

He gripped her hips and kissed the globes of her ass. Wyatt and Cord both latched on to her exposed breasts, sucking greedily. Without lube, he had to gather some natural moisture for her cunt. He used his knee to spread her legs wider as she stood in front of him. With two fingers, he impaled her pussy. She yelped and tensed before melting, trying to sit on his lap. He finger fucked her long enough to get the juices flowing and trailed the moisture to her ripe ass.

“Okay, Samantha. Come sit on my cock. I’m gonna fuck your ass good and hard, but I’ll go slow at first.”

She squatted down without being asked twice, her hand rubbing her own clit as she lowered into place. Val held his dick at the base, aiming it at her tight rosette. She cried out when he shoved the first inch inside her, so he held still despite his raging needs.

Wyatt’s arms stretched out on either side of Val’s head as he braced himself to kiss Samantha. She used one arm to wrap around his neck, kissing back with equal passion, the other hand still toying with her clit. Val took the opportunity to feed his cock deeper, tugging her down so she could impale herself on his erection. She gasped as he filled her, stretched her. Damn, she felt tight and hot sheathing his cock. “You’re so big. I feel so full,” she said.

“You’ll feel plenty full once I get my dick inside you too. You’re going to pay for being naughty in the store.” Wyatt unzipped his jeans, letting them drop past his ass. He lowered himself to his knees and spread Samantha’s thighs wide. When he began sucking her cunt, she dropped back to lean on Val’s chest. It was on. No more warming up, no more playing. They had all passed that point of no return, the scent of sex strong in the air.

Cord joined them on the sofa, balancing on a knee as he gave careful attention to her breasts. She wiggled against Val’s cock, fully seated and throbbing.

* * * *

Samantha couldn’t take the sweet torture a second longer. Was Wyatt going to deny her again, or had they passed the time for games? His tongue was merciless, bringing her to that pre-orgasmic zone she could revel in all day long. Heat crept throughout her body, and sounds became muffled as she focused on her pleasure and little else.

“Wyatt. Enough!” roared Val. His big dick was wedged firmly in her ass, filling a void and stealing the last of her inhibitions. She wanted it rough and dirty. Wyatt pulled away from her clit, leaving her teetering on the verge of begging for more.

Then the brothers shifted her pliant body slightly to the side to allow Wyatt to mount her and thrust his cock inside her. He filled her soaking pussy until her body was so full of cock she thought she’d explode. They were all there, around her, in her, fucking her, kissing her. Cord fondled her breasts and brought her hand to the front of his jeans. Of course, he was just as hard as the two dicks occupying her body. He unbuckled his pants as the other two men worked her body, pushing, grunting, grinding.

Samantha’s head lolled back on her neck as her cowboys continued their wicked invasions. She pumped Cord’s shaft—enjoying the silky texture and the fact he was hard just for her. The thought of ever sharing a single one of them left a bitter taste in her mouth. They were hers. What woman in her right mind would give up such a good thing? The best sex she ever had or could imagine, men who cared for her, and the promise of forever. What about love? She knew she needed it, which was just one of the reasons she had broken up with Dave. Love was the one thing she demanded from a relationship.

“It’s coming,” she murmured.

Her pussy felt like a pressure gauge about to blow its top…building, building, building. Then she detonated, her body jolting so violently, she gripped Wyatt’s shoulders to stabilize herself. Waves of heat pulsed through her, making her tighten around the two cocks sharing her body. She watched Cord, his beautiful blue eyes staring down at her as she pumped his swollen shaft, his teeth gritted as he neared orgasm. Then he came, only moments after her, his hot, sticky cum spraying over her neck and breasts. Her lovers groaned and squeezed and fucked until they, too, reached their peaks.

And this was just the beginning. Samantha could only imagine the wicked delights these hardcore cowboys could bring her in the future. She knew they held back, especially Wyatt. There was no need, not when the dormant side to her sexuality had awakened.

Chapter Seventeen

The shift in weather had been dramatic. Last week had been the storm of the decade, and now spring was fighting to take over. Birds sang, snow melted at a rapid pace, and the sunshine never let up. Today Samantha was alone because life on a busy ranch didn’t come to a halt because of one woman. She’d just had breakfast and decided to get a good look at the place, to get a peek into these men she knew so little about.

The mementos around the room were all dusty and aged. Nothing a bachelor would possess, yet this ranch held three of the finest. Why couldn’t they let go of the past? Wyatt wouldn’t even talk to her about it, and Cord wasn’t comfortable discussing his feelings. The only brother she could get through to at all was Val. If it were not for him, she wouldn’t know half the things she did about their childhood, their struggles, or the parents since passed on. Every time she uncovered something new, she grew a bit more attached, a bit more lost to the
Carson
brothers.

She looked out the big picture window and saw Cord and Val on horseback, herding cattle into the paddock. It amazed her that patches of brown grass could be seen when a week ago the land had been impassable due to heavy snow. She could already envision the beauty of the land in the summer months.

The men wouldn’t be inside any time soon, so she decided it was a good time to check in on her life back home. The phone service had been restored for a few days, but she didn’t have the nerve to call into work after disappearing for over a week with no contact. It was so easy to avoid reality and forget her worries when she reveled in this fantasy life. But the rental still needed to be dealt with, and if she were to return home, she’d need a job waiting for her.

First she called her apartment to check her messages. What she heard shocked her. She’d half expected a call from Keith to say she was fired, but instead it was a message from the general manager offering her an entry-level management position. Even though she didn’t have the education to back her up, God knew she had worked there long enough. It had been her first and only job, with over a decade committed to the restaurant. She wanted to jump up and down and twirl until she was dizzy. She wanted to run out into the snow in her socked feet to tell Wyatt, Cord, and Val the good news. Stuff like this just didn’t happen to her. Now she could have a bit of a financial cushion in between paychecks and help her mother.

Then her excitement crashed, leaving her breathless as she dropped down on the sofa. A promotion meant leaving all this behind, giving up the hope of a future with the men she had grown to care for. What should she do? Choose the security of a well-paying job, which would help her earn enough to send money to her sisters. Or choose love…or the potential for love. She still wasn’t sure if the brothers were in lust or something deeper. It seemed they’d never let go of the past or turn their lives upside down to accommodate her. Sure, they’d been generous—bringing her to health, retrieving her rental and filling it will gas, feeding her, clothing her, and offering her sexual delights whenever she so desired. But it had been less than two weeks, and the male species didn’t have the best track record when it came to love. As for her, she needed to make a choice fast because she
was
falling in love.

The door opened, and Samantha’s heart began to race, as if her thoughts were on her sleeve for public view. She didn’t want the cowboys to know she was contemplating leaving, not yet. But it wasn’t one of them at the door. It was a woman she’d never seen—a young woman in her early twenties. She had long, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and big blue eyes. The girl could have modeled for a fashion magazine.

“Howdy,” she said in greeting. She stomped her boots out on the entry mat and closed the door behind her. “I’m Angel. I live on the next ranch over.”

Samantha’s heart clenched. Was she that much a fool? This beauty could be one of their girlfriends, and even if she wasn’t, why would they choose Samantha over her?

“I’m Samantha.”

The girl waltzed in as if she owned the place, glancing around at the walls and furniture. “This place hasn’t changed a bit.” Then she gave Samantha a stare so cold her skin crawled. “Except you, of course.”

She passed by, nearly bumping Samantha as she headed to the fireplace. Her jeans were tight, like a second skin over a shapely figure. After picking up a childhood photo of the twins, she smiled and then turned to give her another menacing look.

“Can I help you with something?”

“You can tell me what you’re doing here, for one.” She set the picture back in place. “I’ve known the
Carson
boys since I was a little girl. I’ve never in my life seen them so bewitched. What are you after? Their money?”

Her mouth dropped open to refute the accusation, but no sound came out. Did the brothers think the same thing? That she was only after their money? God knew she wasn’t a materialistic woman. Yes, she struggled and hated it, mostly because she couldn’t do more for her family. But she’d never choose a man because of money. If that were true, she’d still be with Dave.